Those of you who frequent Teadrey (and a jolly good place it is, too) will find some aspects of this post rather familiar. Because I am going to show you pictures of things that make me happy. Yes, yes, I know Dan has already done this. BUT: I am not copy-catting, I actually had the idea first-- he just got around to it before I did. :-)
So here I give you a few random happy things.
Our bookcases. This picture does not even begin to show the enormity of our bookishness. We've got cases floor to ceiling on two walls of our living room crammed with books, and more laying around all over the place. I get the Beauty and the Beast feeling whenever I look at it.
Many happy hours have I spent here.
I recently came to the realisation that I am the main consumer of milk in our household. I drink it so much it's a wonder I haven't turned into a cow. It's just so....good.
Oh yesssss...... the #1 most inspiring sight in the world. Nothing like it.
My personal movie collection. I know it's small, but hey, can't beat the quality.
The place above my bed where I put good song lyrics. I really like the black ink and white paper and blue walls together.
Simply the most wonderful Post-It notes ever. I think they're adorable (these have notes on them for a story).
My bedside table. Claire says it's a wreck, but I think it's a good sort of wreck, the best kind. Books: An Annie Dillard collection, a book of sonnets, the notebook I write poetry in, the notebook I doodle in when I can't sleep (doodling being defined for a verbal person like me as 'writing down lots of random words'), David Copperfield, Gulliver's Travels, my Bible, Shirley by Charlotte Bronte, a collection of Wislava Szymborska (the polish-lady-poet), Complete Stories of Eudora Welty, Pride and Prejudice, my journal (which I haven't written in in three months, probably because this stack is so tall I can't get to it), the book I copy good poems into, and a Bible with study notes. The CD's are my favoritey favorites, the ones I love enough to merit them a place on this crowded bit of real estate. You can probably see what they are, but the ones not in cases are Myself When I Am Real, Michael Feinstien sings Gershwin, and a CD of various jazz/big band.
Eleven and a half years later, it's still one of my favorite school lunches. When Queenie was expecting Spuddy Buddy, The Shieldmaiden and I practically lived on this stuff.
Our tree-top angel from when we were little. We recently got a new one, but The Shieldmaiden and I are sentimental fools and couldn't let the old gal go. She now sits atop my bookcase and serves wonderfully as a lamp.
And lastest but not leastest, our blog. Oh how I love it. It's such great fun.